#jet races in the am and is FAST

[bestedoesmeow]

CHARLES LECLERC ( REQUESTED)

summary : You decide to mock Charles after the ''almost hitting a fan with his car'' video.

'' You want to go and grab breakfast, amour? Charles said. He was laying his body on the bathroom's door frame while you were brushing your teeth with half-open eyes. You caught his gaze from the mirror. His lips were curled into a wide grin while watching you try to start the day.

'' Aren't we going to eat in the hotel? Or is it already lunch time?'' You said. You were trying not to sound so disappointed. Because you were not in the mood to leave the hotel until the GP.

'' Je suis désolé Y/N but yes its almost lunch time'' He said, while laughing at your 'eagerness'.

'' Why didn't you wake me up, did you miss the breakfast too?'' You said when toothpaste was still inside your mouth. It was high time you spit it.

As he approached you in the bathroom, he said. "I slept with you last night, and you were exhausted. I've gotten used to it, but jet lag is no joke." While you were rinsing your mouth, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You turned to face him and flashed a wide smile, revealing your pearly whites, inviting him to give you a quick kiss.

'' Okay, wear something and then we'll leave, I can't wait much longer.'' He said before leaving a kiss to the crown of your head. It always made you happy, that little interaction. Charles always managed to make you feel comfortable, safe and loved. You smiled at him as to answer before he left.

'' I am going to check on Carlos, we'll meet outside D'accord, bébé?'' He said when you were busy getting clothes out of your luggage.

'' Sure, I'll be there quickly.'' You said while taking off your hoodie in order to wear the red jumper you chose to wear. Charles left the room after he got an answer from you. You were still so tired and sleepy that you couldn't find the energy to wear something showy, or do your makeup. Also you were not going to an event, you were going to grab breakfast so you decided to wear your leggings with your sneakers. You grabbed your bag and applied sunscreen before leaving the room.

Charles was inside of the car, you could hear the hoarse sound of the music that was coming from the radio. You opened the door, but instead of placing yourself on the passenger seat, you looked at Charles from the open window.

'' Amour, why aren't you sitting? Something wrong?''He said when he stucked his head out of the car window. Save Your Tears were playing on the radio.

'' You know what, I'll get a taxi, send me the adress will you Charles?'' You said while trying to act serious.

''Êtes-vous sérieux? What's the matter?'' Charles said worriedly, you wished you had your camera ready to film his reaction. He raised his eyebrows before lowering the volume of the radio.

'' Yes, I saw the way you drove, you were almost gonna kill your fan, Charles. This is not a race track, you just can't overtake people on the road.'' You said this time mockingly. Your lips were curled into a halfway grin with his reaction.

'' I am worried for my life amour, I am sorry.''

Charles this time closed his eyes and rest his head on the driver seat before bursting into laughter.

'' You saw the video?'' He said when he opened the passenger door for you to sit.

You took a deep breath and placed on to seat, fastened your seatbelt aggresively and fast in order to mock Charles for the last time that afternoon.

'' Maybe, I will be fine like this, I am still not sure tho-'' You said before giving a look at Charles who was leaving the parking lot.

''Yeah, yeah maybe wear a helmet and googles next time huh? amour?''

#charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #f1 fandom #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #charles leclerc x reader #f1 fic #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc au

[mikachacha]

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: Bada is finally coming home after her stay in the US and there's only one thing that she wants to do, go to you and be with you.

Warnings: idk but this one is fluff for sure ❤

(A/N: @asweetcollide you and your song suggestions are really amazing ❤ its creating all these ideas in my head)

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It has been a full year since Bada left South Korea to further improve herself in dancing so she went to the states to learn new styles. There's not a day that she doesn't miss home because someone back there is waiting for her. That someone is you.

You and Bada are the best of friends ever since childhood. Though you're a music major and she's a dance major, that didn't stop you from supporting each other. You were the first fan Bada had as she was yours. Though it saddened you when she told you she was leaving for the States, you supported her in that decision, assuring her that you're gonna be okay and will be waiting for her to come back home.

"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" your mom nudged you gently as you spaced out thinking about Bada. You pouted at your mom who just gave you a knowing look. Your mom raised you all by herself since your dad went off with another woman so your mom definitely knows you like the back of her hand. She even knows that you're gay for Bada and that you had a major crush on your best friend.

"Eommaaaa.. I'm just wondering how she is, if she's eating right or if she's chasing lots of girls over there.." you reasoned and your mom just laughs at you. You sighed and helped her set up the table so you can have dinner together. Bada still hasn't called you and it's making you anxious since she never does that, even when she's still in South Korea. She always calls or updates you at random but today she didn't.

Meanwhile, Bada is sitting on her seat, cursing the plane silently as it wasn't fast enough to get her home. She wanted to surprise you by not telling you she's coming home but it quickly backfired because she can't talk to you or it will ruin the surprise.

"It's only a few hours more, Bada.. You'll see her again.." she says to herself as she could feel her sanity is slowly slipping away from how badly she wants to hug you and hold you after not seeing each other for so long.

Bada sighed as she looked at her phone and her phone screen wallpaper is your picture together. She couldn't deny that she's so in love with you. It's like she's an ocean and you're the shore. She can go far away but she knows that she will always come back to you. Even though there are lots of people whom she met while she was away, her heart would still long for one person only and that is you. Everywhere she looks, all she could think of is you. Maybe she's got it really bad but for her, your warm embrace would make all things in her life way much better.

Bada almost raced her way out of the airport when she finally arrived. Jet lag couldn't even keep her excitement down. She can worry about rest later, her main goal is seeing you so she hopped in a cab and told the driver your address. It was early in the morning but she could hardly care.

You woke up to the sound of a knock coming from the front door. You got up, wearing Bada's baggy shirt and pants that she left when she once slept over your at your house. You wore your fuzzy slippers and was rubbing the sleepiness off your eyes, mentally cursing whoever was knocking on your door so early and disturbing your slumber.

"Oh damn.. Good morning, pretty angel." Bada greeted you as she stood outside as you answered the door. She found it adorable that you wore the clothes she left at your house as pajamas. She knows she sounds delusional but the thought of you wearing her clothes for comfort makes her feel giddy.

"Bada? Am I still dreaming or are you really here?" you asked, thoughts still in disarray as you just woke up. Bada laughs and pulled you in for a hug. She missed you so much and just wanted to hold you in her arms after having been gone for so long.

"I'm home now, Y/N." She whispers and it took you a minute for your brain to process what's going on and when you did, you hugged her back and began sobbing on her arms. You were so worried the night before when she didn't call or message you and now she's here. You're still upset about it but it was trumped over by the happiness you felt because Bada is finally home.

The both of you just stood there hugging each other and crying, exchanging 'i miss you' and just enjoying each other's hold for minutes before your mom found you two and ushered you inside the house as it was cold outside. She made breakfast for you and Bada who still could not let go of each other but has since calmed down from crying.

"You bitch.. I was so worried when you didn't call me or even update me about what's going on.." you glared at Bada a little and she just pouted before resting her head on your shoulder.

"I wanted to surprise you, okay? But it was hard for me too.. Not talking to you made me so anxious while on the plane." she reasoned out and kissed your cheek. You sighed and ruffled her hair while your mom just listened to her daughter and maybe future daughter in law flirting and fighting at the same time. At first she was in denial with the idea of her daughter being with a woman but seeing how happy you are with Bada and how in love you are with each other even though none of you admitted yet, she finally came to terms that you, her daughter will not be giving her a son in law but she's not complaining since Bada is a good daughter in law in her eyes.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader

[rowiewritesstuff]

Hi! May I request a GN!Human Aircraft maintenance technician X Yandere TFP!Starscream, maybe they find him and fix him up and he decides to take them with him to be his own personal medic?

Yandere Starscream X Aircraft Maintenance Technician

I have 0 clue about jets other than hehe go fast, so the terminology will be pretty rough. Also I was fucking HYPE to write this one y’all.

You worked on aircrafts- and you were damn good at it. Not only were you good at it, but it was your passion. Everyday you get excited to get to your job. You had been doing this for three years as a civilian contractor, so you had ties to the military but weren’t technically part of it. 

The aircraft you were currently working on was a F-16. It was a gorgeous jet, one you’d love to have gone on a ride in. You gently checked around the jet for the problem, seeing that the pre ignition wasn’t firing off correctly. You got up on a tall ladder to fix the issue. You never noticed a huge robot making its way into the base.

Starscream was looking for anything to repair himself after a fight with M.E.C.H.. The organization was extremely pesky and annoying, and they had actually managed to injure him this time. He froze when he saw a tiny human repairing a jet. He looked curious at what the human was doing and stood directly behind them. 

You never noticed the huge bot standing behind you as you worked. When you made your way down the ladder you noticed the pole that wasn’t there before. You slowly looked up to see a huge robot smirking down at you. In an attempt to run away you stumbled over an air compressor and tumbled to the ground with a yelp. 

The robot clicked his tongue at you and laughed. “Well, I never knew you insects were capable of repairing something such as this. I suppose it’s only natural for you to accomplish minor sciences such as this.”

A lump was heavy in your throat. You were stumped at what to say, staring in fear and awe at the sight of him. “W-h-,” you gulped, “What are you?”

The robot laughed again, amused by your stupor. “I am a Cybertronian, from the planet Cybertron- go on, you may bow at your superior.”

Instantly, you felt irritation flood your body. While you didn’t know much about him other than he was a giant alien robot, you knew that he was an arrogant prick. You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling. 

“How dare you roll your optics at me, fleshling?!” 

“Fleshling? Oh, if we’re slinging insults- why are you shaped like a long toaster?”

An offended sneer grew on his face. “I don’t know what a toaster is, but I am NOT one! I should squash you right where you stand!” He went to slam a hand onto you, but he grunted and grabbed his side in pain. 

You felt slightly bad for it. “Are you…okay?”

His face twisted into a snarl, but then he paused. He looked from you to the jet and then to the tool in your hand. “You are… a medic?”

You blinked. “Uh, I’m an aircraft maintenance technician.” You backed up slightly at the grin that covered his face. His sharp talons descended on you and snatched you off of the ground.

Screams filled the air as you were lifted by your hoodie. “Silence, human!” You shook with fear but grew quiet as the robot’s tone calmed down. “You will repair me, and perhaps I will spare your pathetic life.”

“A-and if I don’t?” The robot tightened its grip on you and you nodded quickly, getting the picture. He could use one finger and turn you into a puddle.

As he put you down and you got your tools, you wondered if you could even repair him. He sat down with a loud clang that startled you. When you began repairs, you noticed the symbol on his chest.

“So… got a name? And what’s that symbol?” You asked as you inspected the damage- it looked simple enough to repair.

The large robot huffed and puffed out his chest. “My name is Lord Starscream, a powerful Decepticon. This is the symbol of our great Decepticon race.” 

“... I see.” You thought that it was weird that he called himself ‘Lord’. It must be a weird power thing. It was clear to you that he wasn’t friendly, though. You just wanted to finish this repair and get out of here.

After welding one area shut gently, you finished. You backed away. “Okay, all done.” 

Starscream stood up, moving his body. He nodded slightly in approval, before glancing at you again. “For a fleshy you did… a decent job. Though not as good as I would have.”

Your eye twitched slightly. “Then why didn’t you do it yourself, if you’re so good at it?” 

He stammered for a moment before huffing in anger. “It was a weird angle! I could have done it myself, but why would I waste my time when I can make someone else do it?!” A threatening step was made towards you, crashing into the ground loudly. Your body fell to the ground. Fear consumed you. 

“O-okay, I get it!” You gulped. “I did what you asked, so let me go!”

Starscream looked thoughtful for a moment. A wicked look spread across his face as he laughed loudly with his raspy voice. “Ah, but perhaps you can still be of use!” 

When he reached out, you jumped up to run away. If you just got further in the hangar, you were sure he couldn’t reach in there or follow you. Ducking under his hand, you slid into the doorway. He waved his hand in the door as far as it could go - it almost reminded you of when someone tried to grab a pickle from a jar.

As you ran through, he shouted at you in a language you knew wasn’t from Earth. You ran to the otherside of the hangar to get out and to your car- you saw the missiles on him, and you wouldn’t stand a chance if you stayed there. 

Fumbling the phone out of your pocket, you dialed a number- your handler, Agent Louis. He picked up after the fourth ring. “What the hell do you want, this better be good seeing that it’s five in the mo-” 

“LOUIS! I’m being fucking chased, I need backup NOW! It’s some kind of robot thing- it’s heavily armed!” You turned the keys, changing the gear. You slammed on the clutch, accelerating at such a fast pace your head spun.

You could hear shuffling. “Where are you? Coordinates!” 

“I don’t know!” you sobbed, “I’m near the base somewhere, going towards the woods- I think if I can get there I can ditch the car and hide!”

“Okay, I’m going to hang up now-”

“No! Don’t ditch me you asshole!” 

“I have to call reinforcements! Just get to the woods and hide!” 

With that, you were alone to your racing thoughts. You heard loud slamming behind you and you looked in your mirror.-Starscream was destroying the base to look for you. He then noticed your Jeep driving away as fast as it would go and did something that shocked you to your core- he changed into a harrier jet to pursue you. 

Your foot lifted slightly on the clutch for a moment in shock, until you snapped out of your stupor and slammed on it again, driving to the woods. You were so close- but you knew deep down you couldn’t outrun a jet. 

The high-pitched sound of a jet echoed in your ears as Starscream pulled ahead of your Jeep. You slammed on the brakes as he transformed before your very eyes. The Jeep was going to flip, but Starscream caught it in his claws. 

You didn’t realize you were screaming until he yelled at you to shut up. His claws scratched along the car, making a horrible noise. Your hands raised up to cover your ears. 

When you looked up, Starscream had a smug look on his face. “Truly, you flesh creatures are such ignorant creatures. Did you really think you could escape me, a superior being?” His claw reached out and trailed against your cheek. “You’re lucky you’re of use to me, or I would have crushed you into paste.”

You shook with fear as he cut the seatbelt with his claw, pulling you out of the car. He transformed and threw you into the air. You landed in the seat of his jet-form and he flew off into the early morning.

#STARSCREAM #STARSCREAM MY BELOVED #starscream #tfp starscream #transformers #tfp #transformers prime #tf #starscream tfp #maccaddam #decepticon #yandere starscream #yandere #yandere tf #yandere tfp #yandere transformers #yandere transformers prime #transformers x reader #tfp x reader #yandere x reader #yandere tfp starscream #yandere starscream x reader #yandere tfp starscream x reader #oops a little long lmfao

[fakeuwus]

GUILTY CONSCIENCE | sim jaeyun

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ guilty conscience by 070 shake

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!jake x nonidol/femreader, just angst man am i sorry, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: lowercase intended, cursing, being drunk, infidelity, gaslighting(?), baby is used as a nickname, one suggestive text, jay is mentioned BRIEFLY

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1.2k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: i know i already did a piece ab cheating but all of my works are inspired by songs or i try to connect them to a song,,, i just feel it sets the tone of the story and its fun to connect a story to a song!! and since this song is one of my favs atm i HAD to write ab it. i definitely recommend u guys listen to the song while reading or even listen to it after. kinda ironic how cheating is one of my pet peeves (i fr despise it sm dont get me started) yet here i am writing ab it lmao. i promise i'll write something more lighthearted and/or anything that isn't angst soon LOL. but hope y'all enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

"5 AM when i walked in, could not believe what i saw"

yn: JAKEY JAKE JAKEY pleaseee come tk the club rn i habent seen u since u got nack :(

jake chuckles at the message as he reads it. he glances over at the clock that reads 4:38 AM. he knows that clubs in korea don’t close until 8 but god damn how are you still partying with your friends this late? he figures that you must’ve had a little too much to drink and your party animals for friends don’t help at all.

jake: ik baby but we had schedules right when we landed and im so tired… how are u even still there rn???

yn: TOO MICJ FUN :D

yn: COME HAVE FUN WITH ME BABY ;)

jake: u make it rlly hard to say no to u

jake: ill be there soon<3

jake sighs as he rises from his bed, making sure not to wake jay who’s fast asleep. he envies how jay can be sleeping so peacefully when jake is experiencing the worst jet lag of his life. you being out at 4 in the morning and his racing mind doesn't help him try to get some shut eye either.

he dresses quickly, making sure it's quiet when he exits the dorms. it’s not his finest fashion moment but he could care less about what he looks like. he’s only going out to see you and to possibly save you from whatever crazy antics you and the girls are up to.

jake isn’t going to lie when he says he hasn’t made the best effort to see you after getting back from tour. but he also didn’t lie when he said his schedule was super jam packed these days. he should’ve immediately ran to you as soon as he landed but he just didn’t have it in him. guilt gnawed away at his heart as he hailed a cab to lead him to the club you were having the time of your life at.

jake enters the back of the club smoothly without drawing any attention. thankfully your friends secured a vip table upstairs in a secluded area, making it easy for clubgoers to not notice that an idol was going to a club at godforsaken hours.

approaching the table he sees you right away. it’s not hard to spot your beautiful red dress, hugging every curve on your body. your long hair flows as you sway your hips back and forth. jake smiles to himself. how did he manage to bag the most gorgeous girl in all of seoul, korea? it was clear you were having way too much fun, giggling and dancing with your friends and-

he quietly gasps. the scene before him makes him halt in his tracks. it was like time stopped and the flashing lights began to blind his vision. his heart rate slowed and his palms were becoming clammy.

maybe he was mistaken. there was no way you would do this to him, he thinks. but there you were cuddled up next to a man, drunk out of your mind. jake can't stand another minute watching you and the mysterious person grind up against one another.

in a blinded rage he rushes towards the guy and pushes him away from you with all of his power. “GET THE FUCK OFF MY GIRL!” you shriek and the guy stumbles backwards sending a few drinks flying off of a nearby table. “YOU MIND TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE YN?!”

your mouth is agape and your mind is scrambling to figure out what to say. you know you can’t explain how you were practically dry humping a stranger, too shocked and the alcohol still strong in your system. you're struggling to say something, anything to try to make things right.

“and you,” jake turns and gets too close to the man’s face. “she’s clearly too inebriated to make the right decisions. how DARE you take advantage of her like that?!” you’re confused as to why he’s flipping the script and blaming the stranger but jake rips you away from everyone too fast for you to think another second. you stumble as you’re dragged away to a dark corner.

the two of you are standing in awkward silence, no one daring to say a word. your eyes are looking everywhere but jake. you’re too afraid to see what kind of expression his face has. “jake i-” “no. you don’t get to speak right now. there’s nothing you could say to justify what i just saw.”

ragged breaths begin to come out of your mouth and your chest is tightening. “jake please baby i just- i was so drunk and these guys came up to us and…” your sentence trails off, every word you’re saying just sounds so ridiculous at the moment. he’s right. you couldn’t say anything to excuse your wrongful actions.

“and to think i came here at fuck ass o’ clock just to come and see you. i’ve barely gotten an ounce of sleep these days but i gave that up to come because you were BEGGING for me to be here.” his voice is angry and you know he has every right to be screaming at you. at this point tears are threatening to spill from both of your guys’ eyes. “jake… i know i know and i’m so sorry i swear nothing like that-”

“NO. no just no,” he pauses carefully choosing the words he’s about to say next. “you’re right. there won’t be a next time… we’re done.” the tears that brimmed your lashes are now falling. the alcohol that once ran through you is now gone. you move to grab his hand but he takes a step back. the distance between you two grows larger and he seems out of reach.

“jake please we can work this out! please don’t leave me because of this.” your pleas are ringing in his ears but he ignores them. “we can’t come back from this yn. how could you think i’d ever trust you from now on?! don’t contact me ever. have a nice life.” the loud music pounds on the walls just like your heart is in your chest. you’re left alone sobbing, wondering how you managed to fuck up the best relationship you’ve ever had.

jake stumbles out of the club, trying to clutch onto anything to help him out. the fresh breeze of the night blows onto his face and helps him regain his breath. he struggles to get his thoughts together as he walks down the sidewalk back to the dorms.

maybe he was too harsh with the way he spoke to you but he knew it had to be done. seeing you cling onto someone that wasn't him was his ticket out. he knows that you're absolutely going to be broken for awhile but you'll be okay, right? he knows that you're going to blame yourself for this for who knows how long but you're going to be fine in the end, right?

he convinces himself that it's better you than him because now,

he'll never have to admit what he was doing while he was away from you on tour.

"i caught you but you never caught me, i was sitting here waiting on karma, there goes my guilty conscience."

© fakeuwus 2023 do not repost, translate, or plagiarize

#nic's library ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ #fakeuwus #jake fic #jake enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen angst #enhypen x reader #jake x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun #enhypen au #enha #fanfic #fem reader

[racingline3]

Nervous ~ Carlos Sainz

♡ Carlos Sainz x Leclerc!Reader

Description: Carlos approaches you at a Ferrari party

~fluff~

Ferrari knows how to throw a party, you think as you sit at the bar.

Charles had got from P4 to P1 today. It was worth celebrating.

You had lost Arthur in the crowd and now without any of your brothers around, you were alone. Considering you alternated race weekends between Charles and Arthur, you had never really got to know much of either team. You were just the Leclerc sister with the right passes around your neck.

You had been apprehensive about going along to the party, but Charles had wanted you to come along and you couldn't say no to him as he practially bounced around like a champagne soaked puppy.

Despite not being bitten by the racing bug, it was still a part of your family's DNA and you wanted to celebrate all your brother's achievements, just like they did for you in your chosen career.

But all the familial love didn't help as you sat alone at the bar wondering how soon you could leave.

"This seat taken?" You would know that voice anywhere.

"Hi Carlos." You say in surprise, "No, take a seat." You presume he's there to order more drinks so you're surprised when he turns to give you his full attention you.

"You are not enjoying the party?" He asks and you quickly squash the bizarre urge to reach up and trace your fingers along his collarbone that's exposed from his loose button up shirt. That would be ridiculous, he's your brother's teammate.

"Not really. I don't know many people."

"You know me." He says, those dark eyes threatening to mesmerise you.

"So...have you any plans for the summer break?" You ask, wracking your brain for conversation starters while your senses are being overloaded by Carlos' full attention.

"Is that an invitation back to your house?" He asks with a wolfish grin and you blush at his words.

Last summer break, Ferrari had decided team bonding was needed and made Carlos spend a week with you family and vice versa for Charles.

You had only been there for a day, but while your brother's were off on jet skis, Carlos had chatted with you like you were old friends. Like he knew you.

You had admittedly missed those few hours ever since.

"You're always welcome." You say instead of saying something crazy like that he should come to your apartment and never leave.

"If you ever want to see the sights of Spain, you know where to find me."

"Usually in a really fast red car driving in circles?" You quip. You can't blame the electricity sparkling under your skin on the one drink you've had, you're sure it's caused by the scent of Carlos' cologne.

"How do you suggest I try to get your attention then?"

"You don't have to try to get me attention Cariño. You are difficult not to notice."

You feel like falling off your chair and turning to mush at his admission.

"Oh." You're afraid that your brain may have short circuited like a few of the cars on the grid earlier today.

"I wanted to ask you out last summer break." He admitted, and you forgot all about the party around you. "But then Arthur hopped back onto the boat and I didn't see you again until the season started back up."

"I..." You were lost for words, the two of you were in a room with the rich and famous and he wanted you, of all people. "I've been at a few races since then..."

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, "Charles is a particularly good guard dog around you. And how am I supposed to drive the fast car is circles properly if I'm nervous about asking you out?"

You blink. "I make you nervous?" You have to ask for clarification, idly wondering if Carlos had ever looked in the mirror or checked his professional career history.

"It is not like I can impress you with race car driving like everybody else, is it? You don't care about it."

"I care about it." You argue then rethink when he raises an eyebrow, "Or I care about how people I care about do. Yeah...I do prefer watching football actually." You lean over to admit in a whisper and he smiles.

"So, what do you say about going on a date with a guy who drives a car in circles with your brother?" Carlos asks sweetly

"I'd really like that."

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #f1 #formula 1 #f1 fluff #f1 blurb #short blurb #ferrari #leclerc #fanfic #f1 fic

[hookhausenschips]

Burning Rubber

Chapter Four

F1 Masterlist

Burning Rubber Masterlist

Word Count: 2,930

Summary: Azha enjoying her girls vacation until a fight with Lando happens.

Warnings: talks of dangerous acts, tiddies, Brazil GP, nakedness

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Asha’s POV

It’s been two weeks since I was at the Grand Prix in Austin. I flew back home afterward and spent some time with family. Going to car meets, seeing old friends, and just enjoying life offline. But here I am on a plane with my two best friends heading to the islands to start my summer break. Ever since the Grand Prix, so many people have followed my account and my comments are flooded. Some are worse than others, especially the Lando girlies. They don’t bother me but I’ve had to limit my comments or just turn them off in general. Thankfully my other account is private, but they’ve all constantly requested to follow. I sigh and look out the window of the private jet at the night sky. Soon those worries will be long gone and I will be soaking up the sun in a new place. Nova and Sariyah were fast asleep at the back of the plane. Lando and I have been talking a lot lately. Whether it’s both of us checking in on the other or just simple conversations.

I can’t deny I do miss his presence. His corny jokes, his smile, that boisterous laugh, everything I guess. He’s made an everlasting impact on my life without even trying. Speak of the devil, my phone lights up with his face. A FaceTime. I answer, “Hey, what’s up?” I ask quietly. “Just called to see how the flight’s going.” He shrugged. I could see he was in his hotel bed, wearing his infamous grey hoodie. “It’s fine I guess. Nova and Sariyah are asleep. I’ve tried but can’t seem to.” I reply. He nodded. “Sorry, I couldn’t come to Brazil,” I whispered. “It’s okay. Max, P, and the others are here. Although it’s not the same without you here.” He spoke. “Yeah, I saw that Max said he’d play Rich Baby Daddy if you win, think that’ll happen?” I ask. He huffed a laugh, “God I hope not. I would love a win of course but him playing that whether I’m on podium or after? Absolutely not.” I nodded smiling. “It’s a sprint again right?” I asked. “Yeah another one, the last one for the season. Thank god. Then two more races left.” He said. “Ah yeah, I heard about Vegas. You excited?” I said while getting comfy again in my seat. “I mean kind of? It’s Vegas so yeah that’s fun plus a circuit none of us have raced so there's potential for someone other than Verstappen to win.” He trailed off. “But?” I asked. “But I feel it’s going to be over the top just because it’s Vegas.” He sighed. I nodded, and we continued to talk about the upcoming race.

“I mean yeah the fans have been terrible but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’ve dealt with these things since I could remember.” I told him. “So that’s why you’ve turned off your comments?” He questioned. I nodded, “And on my stories too. I’ve had Kiara take care of that account. I’m going to take a break from it while I’m on my summer break. I’ll still be on the other one. Thankfully none of them have infiltrated that. Lord knows what would happen.” I said. “Yeah, you still haven’t taken me to the street life.” Lando changed the subject. “Well let me know your schedule and I’ll make it happen,” I say. “When are you three coming back?” “Um, I think after the Vegas Grand Prix unfortunately,” I reply. “Oh okay.” He whispered. “I’m sorry Lando. That’s the time we paid for out here.” I said even though the girls and I had planned on attending to surprise the Brit. “It’s okay, maybe after the race?” He asked. I nodded, “If it works for you.” Silence surrounded the call. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more like contempt. I could see he was fighting sleep, “Lando go to sleep. You can always call me later.” I whisper. He shook his head, “You’ll be busy on your girl’s vacation.” He spoke. I look up hearing a noise and see Nova sit down across from me. I look back to the boy on my screen, “You know I’ll always answer. You need the rest.” I say. “Just a few more minutes? I haven’t seen your face in forever.” He replied sleepily. “That was so cheesy. But okay fine, you get three minutes Norris and then I’m hanging up.” I smiled. All I heard were soft snores as a reply. I put my phone on mute and then placed it on the armrest of my seat.

Nova looks at me with a smirk on her face. “What?” I question her. “You like him.” She replied sitting back in her seat. “And what makes you think that Londyn?” I roll my eyes. “Well for one you two are so touchy feelly. Two, the way you look at him. Azha I haven’t seen you look at anyone like that since Giannis. And god you two are almost flirting whether either of realize you’re doing it or not.” She listed. Lando and I had always been touchy in our friendship since maybe day three. “I’m always touchy with everyone, you know touch is my main love language.” I counter. “You’re more touchy with him though. You two might not see it but you both are so into each other. You care deeply for him.” She spoke. “Nova, we’ve only been friends for what four months? Almost five? I don’t have feelings for Lando. I’m sure he doesn’t either. He could have any girl in the world, why would he choose a street racer/borderline criminal?” I replied. “So you’ve thought about it?” She smiled. I roll my eyes, “That’s not what I said.” I said beginning to get frustrated. “Can we just forget this and focus on our vacation? I have enough people criticizing or telling me things in my career and life. I don’t need you to start too.” I cross my arms and look back at my phone seeing the boy we speak of still asleep.

We finally landed in Jamaica at 12:30 pm, our first stop, and made it to our Air B&B. It was beautiful with a view of the ocean by the pool and jacuzzi. I text Lando congrats on Pole for the shootout after watching on the plane. Of course after falling asleep for a few hours. I went to my room and opened my suitcase to change into my bikini. Grabbing my neon yellow one I change into it and head down poolside with my phone. I sat on one of the sun beds then I texted Lando to see if he was free. My phone began to ring, and I answered immediately. “Hey Mr Sprint Pole.” I smiled. Lando was in his driver’s room still in his suit. “Hey yourself Miss Island Princess. How is it?” He asked. “We just arrived a few minutes ago. Here I’ll show you the view.” I say standing up and switching to my back camera. His eyes shined in awe, “And that’s from the pool?” He questioned. “Yeah. I mean it’s not Brazil. But it’ll do. Feels good.” I replied then turned the camera back around. “How is Brazil anyway? Having any fun, and no I’m not talking about the race.” I ask him. “It’s great, I can’t really complain.” He replied, I heard a voice in the background I couldn’t quite make out. “Hey, can I call you after the sprint? Gotta get going.” He said. “No yeah of course. Good luck and again, Congrats Lando.” I said. “Thank you, I’ll see you later.” He said. I said my goodbyes and hung up. Time to watch the sprint and soak up the Jamaican sun.

“Dude no fucking way you’re not going to be wifed up looking like that,” Sariyah said as she and Nova walked down to the pool. “If it’s not Lando I doubt she’ll fold,” Nova remarked. “Ooo do tell,” Sariyah replied as the two sat on the sunbather to the right of mine. I roll my eyes, “There’s nothing to tell. Nova is just talking out of her ass.” I told them. Then went back to watching the Sprint on my phone. I could hear the two whispering. “You’re not going to play matchmaker. We’re here for us. No guys, no drift racer bullshit, nada.” I told them, not taking my eyes off my phone. “So if I told you there was a car meet tonight, you would say no?” Sariyah inquired. I sighed. I could feel the two grinning knowing they already won me over. “What time?” I asked. “9:30 baby. Wear something hot.” Nova teased. Before they could say more I jumped up screaming. “P2!!! He did it! He got P2!” I cheered. As I jumped around I could hear Nova whisper to Sariyah, “Yeah she’s totally not into him.”

Later that night

Walking into the parking lot where the meet is I spot so many beautiful cars. It feels weird not showing up with our cars. We’re just spectators tonight. I haven’t been in that position in years. Nova grabbed my hand, “You look nervous. Relax it’s not like we’re racing for slips.” She spoke. “Nothing wrong with being cautious. Yeah granted we don’t have our cars but we don’t know anyone here. Something could pop off.” I replied. “We’re letting loose tonight. We’ll be fine babe.” Nova said. I nodded and sighed, here goes nothing.

The Next Day

Rolling over in my bed I groan, my joints aching. Thank god for no hangovers. I open my eyes to see the sun shining through the sliding door. How the hell did we get back? I sit up in bed trying to remember the night. What the fuck? I move the blanket to search for my phone, I hear a thud hit the carpet, and peek over the bed. I snatched it and tried turning it on. It flashed saying it needed charging. I groaned again and grabbed my charger. I sit back on the bed and watch as my phone powers on. Immediately it starts dinging repeatedly. I turn off the ringer. Many missed calls, texts, FaceTimes, dms. You name it. Most are from Lando, Ria, and Max in our group chat. I start to sift through the messages. I replied to them as much as I could, and then my phone started ringing. It was Lando. I answered and was met with his face twisted in worry. “Thank God you're okay. Do you not know how to use your phone?” He asked. “Lando, Lando slow down I just woke up. My phone was dead, I just plugged it in.” I replied. He finally looked at the screen and his face immediately turned pink, “Um. Azha you’re a little uh.” He stuttered. I looked at the screen where my picture was, I screamed hanging up and throwing my phone. Lando had just seen my naked chest. I didn’t even realize I was fully naked. I groaned and covered my face with my hands. How embarrassing. I mean it could’ve been worse, I remember once sending this random guy my nudes and certain videos while drunk on accident. Thankfully that guy wasn’t the type to post them everywhere. Okay, Azha just breathe you’re going to have to face him soon, get it over with now so it’s not awkward in the future. Before I could grab my phone to call him back the girls bust down my door.

“YOU SHOWED LANDO YOUR TITS??!” Sariyah yelled. I collapsed back into the pillows and yelled frustratedly into them. “It was an accident, how the fuck was I supposed to know I’m naked. I don’t even remember getting home last night.” I told them as they sat on the bed with me. “Wait how the hell do you know he seen them.” I inquired crossing my arms. “Max texted Nova who was asleep and I was using her phone to go through the videos and stuff from last night when the message came through. He said ‘Lando is freaking out, he seen Azha’s boobs on accident. He didn’t mean to and now he thinks she’s mad’ And I freaked out waking up Nova.” Sariyah explained. I could crawl into a hole and die. “Text him back and tell him that I’m not mad at Lando. And that I will call him back right now. You two have to be quiet though please.” I sighed. The two nodded and Nova replied to Max. Sariyah handed my phone back to me and I made sure I was covered by the comforter before calling Lando back.

“Azha I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have looked that was a total invasion of privacy.” Lando rambled and I could tell he was pacing in his hotel room. “Lando.” I spoke, “I understand if you’re upset, I would be too if someone just randomly seen my dick without the actual sex part.” He continued. “Lando,” I spoke louder as Nova and Sariyah covered their mouths to hide their giggles. “I mean they’re nice. I’m sure the piercings and tattoos hurt but they’re nice too. Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that. Not saying they’re ugly but that’s the last thing I should be saying.” He rambled more. “Lando!” I yelled. He finally stopped and looked at his phone. “It’s fine. It’s my fault, I should’ve checked before answering. I’m not mad. Embarrassed and every other synonym? Yeah absolutely. Stop freaking out okay?” I say. “Also thanks for the compliment, they weren’t that bad. You should get some.” I teased, and he blushed again. I could hear Max, P, and Ria laughing in the background. “Were the tattoos a drunken idea?” He asked. I smiled, “No actually, it was either that or a tramp stamp from a dare years ago. So barbed wire hearts it was. Why get a tramp stamp when you could get a spine tattoo or full-blown backpiece.” I replied. “Anyways. As you can see, I’m alive. So are the girls, we’re fine no more worrying grandma.” “Yeah very much alive.” He replied sarcastically. I ignore his sarcasm. “Congratulations on the sprint by the way,” I say. “Quit changing the subject. You could’ve died last night.” He said, his eyes shined with frustration. “Lando I walk that line of death every time I sit down in my drift car or even just my cars when I’m street racing. You’re overreacting. See?” I explain propping my phone on the blanket and moving my arms. “Very much alive,” I say. “Azha you scared us last night. That’s not okay and to try and dumb it down like it’s nothing is literal insanity. Have fun on the rest of your trip.” He spoke, and before I could say anything he hung up. I look at Nova and Sariyah, “He’s overreacting right?.” I questioned the two. They looked at each other and then back to me, “Girl he might be right on this one.” Sariyah said passing me her phone showing the videos from last night, I played each one as my face twisted in shock and horror. Oh my god.

Today we are leaving Jamaica to surprise the group in Vegas for the Grand Prix. I haven’t talked to Lando since our fight damn near a week ago. If you could even call it a fight. More like just him trying to play dictator of my life. I texted him to wish him a happy birthday but all I got in response was being left on read. I don’t blame him but he can’t yell at me for my actions when it also applies to my racing, both kinds. He has no right to act like that. Yes, it was dangerous but I knew deep down I was safe. The street life with the right people is always safe because they make sure you’re safe. He wouldn’t understand that. Sariyah and Nova say I need to apologize, if I were in his shoes I would react the same way. But that’s the thing I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t tell someone how they should live their life or how to spend their vacation. I zipped up my suitcase and looked around the bedroom. We didn't go out much after that night. Well, I didn't, I stayed here at the villa either swimming in the pool, sunbathing, walking down to the beach, or lounging around the house. I didn't need the added stress of Lando trying to be my father once again.

A knock on the doorway interrupted my thoughts, “Hey you ready to go? The Uber is here.” Nova said. I nodded then grabbed my suitcase and followed her downstairs. “Have you guys talked yet?” she asked. I shook my head, “No not even a thanks when I wished him ‘happy birthday’. I can just feel how awkward this Vegas thing is going to be. Hopefully, he's gotten over it. I sure have.” I spoke as we climbed into the Uber. “Has he talked to either of you?” I asked the two. “Yeah he has,” Sariyah said. I nodded, of course. Why does that not surprise me, ignore me but talk to my two best friends. Whatever I'll just hang with Ria and P while we’re there. Try to avoid Lando as much as I can since he clearly also wants nothing to do with me.

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[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Twenty Two}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

Warning(s): Mentions Of Past Abuse, Abusive Ex, Confrontation, Drug Overdose Mention

Knocking at my door caused me to stir out of my sleep, I groan and sit up in bed. "Yes?" I call. "Morning, Y/n! Hurry can get dress please. We have a new guest staying at the hotel!" I could hear Charlie from the other side of my door, voice filled with excitement.

I raise an eyebrow. A new guest? Huh...Well, alright. I tell her I'll be down in a second before getting dressed. I leave my room and make my way through the halls. Angel had caught up with me, and joined me on the way down.

"What do you think of the new guest?" I ask him as we step into the elevator. He shrugs. "No idea, haven't met em' yet. But, I hope it's a new hottie." He says with a smirk, I laugh lightly.

We get out of the elevator after a few seconds and walk into the lobby. Everyone was gather to greet the new sinner looking for redemption. I didn't get a good look at them, as they were being blocked by Charlie. Who, by the way, was over the moon to see them.

"Alright, who's the new guy?" Angel asks, crossing his arms. Charlie looks back at us with a wide smile. "Guys, I want you to meet Liam, our newest addition to the hotel! Yay!" She cheers as she steps aside, given us a better view of him.

Liam was a average sized wolf demon, his jet black fur looked an almost deep blue under the lights of the hotel, his red eyes scanned the room, ears flicking slightly. When his eyes landed on me, he grinned. But, for some reason...

His grin was not a friendly one.

I furrow my eyes in confusion, and then, he spoke.

"Thanks for having me. It's a pleasure to be here."

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach.

That voice...I may have lost a bit of my memory, but I could never forget that voice. The voice that one minute, would be so loud it'd send me into a frozen shock.

Then the next, be so soothing and loving, that it'd make me forgive everything he's done for a while. I could never forget. Never ever forget that voice, his voice.

Angel seemed to be the only one who noticed my distress, he placed a hand on my shoulder. Only to take it away when I flinched under his touch. "Y/n?" He says quietly, voice filled with concern. I open my mouth to speak, but I couldn't find the words.

There was nothing I could say, even if I wanted to. My mind raced, everything became so loud so fast. My heart was beating like crazy, and I felt sick. "Y/n-" Angel didn't get my name out before I took off back to my room.

He watched me for a second before turning back to look at Liam, eyes narrowing in suspicion. 'Something ain't right...' He thought.

And he wasn't the only one who thought it. Alastor had thought anyone who'd come to this hotel for redemption, wasn't all the way there in the head. But...Liam seemed to be a whole new case. But, he kept his false welcoming persona as he spoke to Liam.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, my good man. But, I have important matters to attend to, so, you'll have to excuse me." Alastor says to him. Liam nods. "Sure thing." Alastor excuses himself from the group and walks away. Angel said nothing as he passed him by, but secretly hoped Alastor could help...

I paced in my room, arms clutched and wrapped around my body in a weak attempt of comfort. What the hell was going on!? Why was he here!? I mean, I'm not surprised he went to hell, but. Why here of all places!? Tears pooled in my eyes, my heart beating so fast it hurt. What am I going to do now?

I let out a sharp gasp as my door was open, I quickly turned to see Alastor. A wave a of relief washed over me at the sigh of him. "Alastor..." My voice cracked.

Alastor shut the door behind him and approached me, he didn't touch me right away, which I was grateful for. For now at least. "I take it, that was your ex?" He asked gently. I nod my head, tears streaming down my face. "W-What is he doing here? How the fuck did he find me?" I sob.

"I'm wondering the same thing." Alastor muttered. "Y/n, just give me the word, I'll go down there right now and have him taken care of."

"No!" I quickly say. "N-No...I...I don't want anyone to know by drawing attention."

"I can do it discreetly, it'll look like a bloody accident." Alastor tells me. "But...Charlie was so happy that there's someone new." I sigh. "Does that matter? Out there in that lobby is the reason your life was misery and why it was cut short." Said Alastor, almost in disbelief that I wouldn't let him get rid of that man.

"It doesn't...But, I think..." I exhale shakily. "I think I need to say my peace before I agree to anything." Alastor raises an eyebrow. "You want to speak to him?" He asks.

I nod my head. "There is so much I want to say to him...I want him to answer for all the pain he's caused me." Alastor was silent for a moment before speaking. "If that's what you want." He says softly. "Would you like me to come with you?"

"I think I should do this on my own. I might not get the answers I want, if it's not just the two of us." I tell him. "If you insist...But, the moment you feel that you're unsafe, just call for me. I will hear you." Alastor says firmly. "Understand?"

"I will, I promise."

Hours later, after Liam had gotten accustomed to the hotel, and when I was sure he'd be alone, was when I decided to finally speak with him. Wave after wave of anxiety washed over me, though I tried to stay calm. It would do me no good to run away. I've endured so much of his shit for so long, he will answer for it.

I will say what needs to be said, what should have been said a very long time ago. I found him right outside of the hotel, cigarette in hand. A puff of smoke left his lips, along with a deep exhale. His ears flickered towards my direction as I closed the hotel doors behind me.

He turned, and another rush of anxiety shot through me. "Hey there." He greets me. "Liam, can we speak?" Liam stares at me for a moment. "Do I know you?" He asks with a grin. "You do." I mutter. "I may not look like I use to, but I'm still the same. And I know it's you under that new form as well. Let's not pretend."

Liam's grin remained the same. "Yeah. I figured it was you, based on your reaction when you first saw me." He says before taking another drag.

He exhaled the smoke and casually asks me. "How have you been?" I clench my fists tightly at my side. "I'm surprised to see you here." He continues. "You were always so nice. What did you do? Hm? You do some terrible things I didn't know about or something?"

"Why did you do it?" I ask, ignoring his questions. "Hm? Do what?" He asks. "Don't act like you don't know! Why!? How could you do that to me!?" My emotions began to take over. And his stupid fucking grin was only upsetting me further.

Liam flicks the cigarette away before taking a step towards me. "I was good to you." I kept on. "I tried to be a good girlfriend, a good fiancé. I would have been a good wife. But you...all you've ever done was hurt me. You never appreciated me, you lied to me, you made me feel like less than a person. And for what? I would blame myself, but I've done nothing wrong. I stayed with you because it meant so much to my family, as well as yours. I did it for their sake, but most of all, I did it for you."

I continue. "I know how your family was. They were so insistent that we marry, or else you'd get the shit end of the stick for it. And I loved you...so why wouldn't I agree?"

"Why Liam? Just why?" Tears filled my eyes. "Why did you kill me?"

Liam was but a step away from me. "I didn't want to kill you." He starts. "You know how much shit, I went through because you died? My parents had to pull so many strings, get through to the right people, just to make sure no one found out. They hated me for it...Said I was a fucking disappointment. Didn't want me to get the shit end of the stick, huh? If only you didn't fucking mouth off to me that day. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten so angry. But you always had to test me, even now...you don't know when to quit."

"You have no one to blame but yourself Liam." I said firmly. "I didn't make you push me down those stairs. God, I feel so stupid. I don't know why I couldn't see it sooner. You were a bad person then, and I see nothing has changed now. Liam, I wanted to stay with you because I really did love you. At one point I did. I wish things could have been different, but, I see now that we were doomed from the start. I can't help you, I don't know how to, and I can't suffer by trying. I wish I were brave enough to say all this while I was still alive. But better late than never, I guess."

I turn to leave. "That's all I wanted to say. I don't think you're serious about this hotel, so I don't expect you to stay long. But while you're here...I hope you'll stay away from me. Because, I want nothing to do with you ever again."

"I don't think you really understand, Y/n."

I stop walking. "You ruined my life when you died. My parents pretty much disowned me. Cut me off, and I was left on my own. I struggled to keep employment, I turned to drugs, and I eventually died trying to forget that fucking night when you died. It's your fault you died, it's your fault I became an addict, and it's your fault I died. I'm suffering, and I will continue to suffer forever, because of you!"

I couldn't believe what he was saying. I was right, he really isn't capable of change. I turn to give him a piece of my mind, but it was then in that moment, he lunged at me...

And everything went dark...

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[sincerelyyycece]

your eyes are really pretty up close.

The perilous assignment undertaken by Sirius results in him getting into trouble, and it's James's elder sister who comes to his rescue.

note: reader is james's elder sister, a spy agent setting, and their marauders nicknames are used as spy agent nicknames (Vixen is reader's nickname.)

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A man shouts, "Black, come back here!" I smirk back at him. "You are a dead man!" he yelled again. He ran with his friends, attempting to catch up with me. This is not the ideal way to begin my story, but it is manageable. Hello! Nice to meet you! My name is Sirius Black. Call me Sirius. You clearly caught me at the wrong moment. As you can see, I am trying to get rid of these guys. Why? Well, let me explain later. I round a corner, still running. I must admit that I am tired, but I refuse to give up. I take in deep breaths, attempting to catch my breath.

Hands draw me to one side of the building. I could feel another body colliding with mine. I went to defend myself but was cut off when a female voice said, "It’s just me, Padfoot." My heart skipped a beat. Y/N. She looked around the corner to see if the guys were nearby. This is Y/N. I tried to remain still in front of the woman I had admired since I first laid eyes on her, aware of our close proximity. Oh, she smells wonderful. I shook my head briefly. I sound like a pervert.

I take a steady breath and close my eyes. I made eye contact with her the moment I opened my eyes. I swallowed nervously, and her brow furrowed. "Something’s wrong with you," she said quietly, just for me to hear. "Huh?" Now it was my turn to be puzzled. "Your heartbeats," she says, touching the left side of my chest. "It‘s beating fast." I chuckled nervously, trying to come up with an explanation. "That’s because I ran." I scratched the back of my neck nervously, laughing.

My laugh fades as she tilts her head. I stare at her, anticipating her next move. I decided to end the silence, but she said something that made my heart race. "Your eyes are really pretty up close." My eyes widened, and I opened my mouth to speak, but I choked on my own saliva instead. This is really embarrassing. Her eyes light up as if an idea has popped into her head. "Do I make you nervous?" she asked, smirking. "W-what?” I stuttered, facepalming myself internally.

She laughs. "Don’t worry, I won’t tell." I rolled my eyes, trying to be cool. "Hahaha, very funny, Vixen,” I remarked sarcastically. She shrugged and took another look around. "The coast is clear." She grabs my wrist, running away from our hiding spot while being careful not to be caught. I keep staring at her hands. She is gripping me firmly but gently. Her hands are smooth and soft. "Sirius." I look right at her. I hummed in response to the question. Her eyes rolled. "I said we were almost there, and I need you to notify Prongs.”

"Oh, right." I push the button on the side of my pants. After a few minutes of running, we came to a stop in a cleared field. We climbed up upon seeing a jet. A male voice spoke up, saying, "Good work." Meet James, also known as Prongs, Y/N's youngest brother and my closest friend. He patted me on the back and hugged his sister. "If Y/N hadn’t come down there to save you, you would probably be injured by now." I glared at him. "Are you implying that I’m incapable of fighting?" he shrugged. Y/N hits him in the head first, before I can. James rubs his head, saying, "Ow!”

“Stop being a menace and drive back to headquarters.” James glared at her and walked off to the cockpit. “Whatever.” I thanked her and she gave me a smile in return. This girl has saved me twice now. Well, technically, once, but a guy can dream. I should return the favour one of these days.

Sirius was engulfed in a tornado of feelings and ideas as the jet engines roared to life, taking them back to headquarters. Y/N's smell lingered in the air around him, her presence both reassuring and thrilling. There was a peaceful quiet in the air, a break in the storm, even though their previous escape had been chaotic.

Sirius sneaked glances at Y/N as they soared into the sky, attempting to read the mysterious depths in her gaze. Every moment he felt had been stolen was a window into a world he had always wanted to discover. He couldn't get rid of the sensation that there was more going on between them than just friendship and camaraderie.

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"Y/n Mitchell"

Hello Bears! this is part 2 for the Hangman x Maverick's son reader! Hope you all enjoy!

HANGMAN X MAVERICKS SON READER

🛩 "Y-your his dad!" Jake's mouth is wide open in shock. Theres no way in hell hes your dad. Hangman couldn't believe it. No way you are from the same blood.

🛩 As Jake's mind race with full of questions and wonder Maverick pulls out his phone and wallet from his pocket. First Maverick opens his wallet pulling out two pictures of you and him. One was you just got born and he got to hold you for the first time. The second one was you when both were covered in cake. You had to be around four in the picture because you looked so sweet and innocent.

🛩 Hangman stares at the pictures with his eyes wide open. Maverick puts the pictures back in his wallet before showing a picture that currently looks like you now having his flying helmet on throwing a peace sign at the camera.

🛩 "Y/n M/n Mitchell. Or his nickname N/n. Aka my son." Maverick turns off his phone putting it back inside his pocket.

🛩 "Hangman. I will make your life a living hell if you do anything remotely to hurt my sons heart."

"You know hes not a kid anymore. He's not your little boy. He's not daddy's little man." Jake says with his signature smirk trying to strike a nerve.

"I know he isn't. But I am his father and nothing's gonna change that. To me hes still my little boy. Like I said nothing is gonna change that. Even you."

🛩 From that day forward Hangman and Maverick has so much tension you can see it in the air.

🛩 Hangman always tries to bring up you to Maverick trying to be slick about it to. Always telling Coyote a bit loudly about what "Y/n and him have been doing". Bragging to Phoenix when Maverick is around about "How good of a couple Y/n and I are." Just always finding an opportunity.

🛩 One time Hangman asks you to leave hickey's on him where its so noticeable even a kid can see them. You agreed and gave him what he asked for. Not knowing hes walking around like a peacock showing his neck off.

And ultimately the marks catch Mavericks attention. The second Maverick stares a bit too long Jake is smirking and saying something. "You know Mave. Your son is one hell of a guy.~" Maverick catches at what hes suggesting very fast and it makes his blood boil.

🛩 Every time its one of those practice drills for a mission and Jake does something would gotten him killed Maverick will do a low blow. And it makes Jake become dead silent. "What am I supposed to say to Y/n?" "How am I gonna tell him that you died doing something reckless and can easily be avoided."

The comments make Jake just stop and overthink. He hates how much Maverick words get to him and always tries not to let it get to him, but each time he hears that it stings.

🛩 Of course Jake tries to keep Maverick out of the relationship romantic wise not family wise. He almost tries to prove to you and himself plus Maverick that he is right for you.

🛩 One time it took Maverick quite a long time to comeback for a mission and you were first person at the runway everyday waiting for him. You'd stand there for hours until they have to kick you out. But that doesn't stop you from coming. While you always wait Hangman always is with you while waiting holding his arms around you waiting with you in trusting and kinda tense silence.

By the time Maverick finally makes it back he sees the team and you and hangman all waiting for him. Maverick carefully exits out of the jet with a few bruises on his face before you run out of Hangman's arm basically tackling your father in a hug.

The whole gang watches the son and father's beautiful moment. They see your eyes that are basically filled with tears as you hug your father like a koala with a tree in fear if you let go of him he'll disappear.

Maverick runs his fingers through your hair giving you forehead kisses with a few words. "Don't worry baby i'm here. Daddy is here don't cry." Hearing that makes the gang's heart swell. Here you are a grown man who is crying onto his father like you're a little kid. It's a sight for sore eyes.

🛩 When Maverick finds out Hangman was with his son the entire time he was waiting for him he gives Hangman a smile. It was more like a "thank you" type of smile than anything else. After him and Hangman are alone Maverick goes up to him.

"Thank you Jake. Really thank you."

"No need to thank me old man I only did it for Y/n. Kinda what great boyfriends like me do." Jake says back with his usual cocky tone. Causing Maverick to roll his eyes.

"Don't get too cocky. But really thank you for being with my son when he needed someone the most." Maverick says with one more thank you before leaving Hangman alone with his thoughts.

🛩 After that moment Maverick gives Jake some of his trust to date his son. BUT not all of it. Of course you notice that your dad doesn't scowl anymore when you mention Jake's name. He doesn't even argue about him anymore to you making you smile.

🛩 Anytime your working at the bar Hangman and the gang would just show up out of no where just having fun while Jake sneaks off to talk to you. "So~ Y/n." "Yes pretty boy?" "I was wondering if you'd like to----" "Back off my son Hangman." Maverick would just appear out of nowhere pulling him away like he was just some random dog.

"Am I your son in law now?" A drunk Jake asks Maverick.

"No way in hell you're gonna marry my son. So don't even try to think about it."

THE END! Let me know if I should add some more headcanons with it!

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[steddieasitgoes]

Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I’m Yours) | A Steddie Big Bang Fic | Expected Delivery Date: October 2023

Steve wastes no time when he finally turns on to Birchwood Court and drives straight for Mr. Darkness's house. The fortress atop the hill.

He makes sure to set Posty’s parking break — he’s in enough trouble as it is, he doesn’t need to add a damage van to the mix — and hops out of the car with the bin carefully clutched in both his hands.

It’s only as Steve approaches the jetblack stairs to the front door does he realize how bad of a plan this is. It’s a quarter to seven, Steve’s never even met this guy before, and he’s quite possibly going to wake him from his sleep to deliver mail he’s been deliberately not giving him for weeks.

He’s in too deep to turn around, though. Steve situates the bin under his arm so it sits on his hip and heads up the familiar pair of stairs.  Without a second of hesitation, Steve wraps his fingers around the semicircle and raps it against the jet black door in three, solid, loud knocks.

And then he waits.

And waits.

And waits.

Steve’s about to cut his losses, set the bin of undelivered mail on Mr. Darkness’s doorstep with a quick note of apology and head back to Posty when there’s a loud commotion from inside. It’s hard to hear beyond the thick wood door, but Steve can faintly make out the sounds of someone cursing. Heavy footsteps racing towards the door, voice becoming clearer as he gets closer and closer.

“I already told you people. I’ve found something better than God. It’s name is marijuana and it makes me a better man than any of your stupid books and pamphlets will!”

The door swings halfway open in a hurry. It’s so fast, Steve doesn’t have time to make himself look halfway professional, the overflowing bin of mail teetering in hands. He manages to save it from falling on his feet, but he can’t say the same about his jaw which feels like it’s just disconnected from the rest of his head.

The man in front of him is an utter disaster that makes Steve’s heart race accelerate.

Wild curls radiate off his head in every direction, wispy bangs falling in his sleep-heavy eyes. One hand grips the frame of the door, large, gaudy rings adorning his slender fingers. The other forms a fist that he brings to massage the sleep from his tired eyes.

His lean but muscular legs are on full display given his lack of pants. Light brown hair covers the expanse of his calves and thighs, blending with the rich colors of tattoos that ebb and flow with the contours of his muscles before disappearing under the most absurd apron Steve has ever laid his eyes on.

Garfield the cat is splayed out across his chest eating a bowl of pasta. A word bubble above him noting that he’s “an eater, not a cooker.”  

It’s only when Mr. Darkness clears his throat is Steve pulled from his ogling. He feels his cheeks burn under the intense gaze brought upon him. A pit forms in his stomach as he takes in Mr. Darkness’s face again. He’s sporting an equal look of utter confusion. Lips barely parted, owlish eyes beating into Steve’s.

“Well,” he clears his throat again before pulling at the hem of his tacky apron. “You’re not the Bible thumpers.”

“I am not.”

It’s hard not to squirm under the man’s intense gaze as his eyes trail up and down Steve’s body. Taking him in bit by bit — Steve can’t help the rush of blood that pools below his belt. It’s not his fault this man is simultaneously sizing him up and taking him apart.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my terrible mailman,” the man jests, letting his weight fall against the half-opened door. “To what do I owe the pleasure.”

“It seems like some of your mail has slipped through the cracks at the post office,” Steve says with an air of causality he hopes pay off. “M’just here to deliver it and apologize for them losing it.”

“Right, ‘cause the post office lost it. Not my mailman who hates me house.”

“I don’t hate your house!” Steve objects.

“That’s two lies in under a minute. I don’t think your boss will be too happy to learn that you’re lying to your customers…” the man trails off, gesturing at Steve.

“Steve.”

“So you are the mailman that has all the Housewives of this hear street’s panties in a twist.”

It doesn’t seem possible, but Steve feels his face heat up even more. He’s never been a big blusher, not even in high school when he was pumped full of alcohol and had girls perched on both his arms. But he doesn’t need a mirror to know he’s been rendered into a blushing mess in under give minutes by Mr. Darkness. God, it’s probably so obvious too against the harsh backdrop of his house and the navy blue polo of his work uniform.

“Look,” Steve trails off, eyes glancing down towards the mail bin in his hands. He tries to catch sight of Mr. Darkness’s real name but all the letters on top are still addressed to an E. Munson. And he’s not about to call this guy Mr. Munson. That’s reserved for his superiors and this guy is anything but.

“Eddie,” Eddie supplies, the corner of his mouth twitching up momentarily.

Steve nods. “Look, Eddie, I don’t hate your house and I’m really sorry about the…” Steve trails off again. His nose turns up as he’s hit with an overwhelming waft of something burning. A smell he’s accustomed to smelling living with Robin who continues to cook despite the kitchen’s hatred for her. “Is something burning?”

“My bacon!”

Or: 

The year is 1991 and Steve Harrington is working as a mail carrier who is pettily withholding mail from Eddie, one of the new residents along his route. When Eddie threatens Steve’s job, he is forced into making amends by hand-delivering the missing mail. In a surprising twist, Steve and Eddie end up hitting it off and the two start spending an alarming amount of Steve’s lunch breaks getting to know each other. 

But the more time they spend together, the less time Steve spends delivering mail which might just end up costing him his job and his newfound relationship with Eddie. 

written by steddieasitgoes | 45K Expected Word Count | Mature

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie big bang #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington fic #eddie munson fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #wip wednesday #if you want you can come ask me about this #im so excited to finally be able to talk about this! #dani writes #im dying to talk about it

[hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon]

Assorted Danger Days/Fab Four headcanons from my notes app, bc AO3 is down:

-Ghoul was half raised by a lot of people, but somewhere along the line he had one or two decent parental figures who saw a half feral child with The Itch (ADHD) and said "okay sit down imma show you how to do stuff with your hands that keeps your mind busy too." so yeah he can weave a blanket and make a bomb. when he gets outta his head it's a toss up if he needs to get in a fight or just sit somewhere quiet with the loom for a smidge

-Jet has a tendency to come up with a solution for a problem and just not tell anyone. like, Kobra gets hurt one time and Ghoul and Party are arguing about what to do with an unconscious Kobra and Jet gets sick of the arguing but instead of doing anything sensible he puts Kobra in the backseat of the car and drives off to give him first aid. like he's fixing the situation! just not in a helpful way!

-None of them are completely sure where they were born; Battery City regularly tries to steal Zone-born babies, and Killjoys regularly try to steal children into the Zones. Ghoul was born in the city but got hauled to the Zones in a 'joy raid when he was three and has little/no memory of the city, fully believes he was born in the Zones; like a lot of Zone kids he bounced between whoever had the time and resources to take care of a kid at the moment, he started living in a shack half a mile from Dr. D's place when he was sixteen, this did not help his socialization. Jet was born in the Zones, but his birth parents got ghosted when he was a baby and the Dracs brought him in; his City family was close enough to some Juvie Halls that when a break for the Zones was planned, they grabbed the six year old, those Juvie Halls became Killjoys and his parents; grew up in a wandering caravan with two moms and a dad, all of whom were dead by the time he was twelve, spent a few years hanging around Gravel Gertie's and the remnants of the caravan before going out on his own, basically is constantly wandering between all the places his friends are. Kobra was also born in the Zones, to Neutral parents, and they moved to Battery City when he was two, he later got taken in by (read: sold by his parents to) BLind's research division and escaped by burning down a lab when he was eleven, this did not do wonders for his mental state; some 'joys in Two picked him up and brought him to the radio station while they tried to figure out what to do with him, he imprinted on a fifteen year old Cherri Cola and started bike racing bc that means he doesn't have to think about feelings. Party was born in the city but their mom ran from BLind and settled them in the Zones for about six years after she found out she was pregnant, eventually got ghosted in a Drac raid and Party was re-educated until their early teens, someone made the mistake of thinking they'd be a good candidate for Draculoidization and the second they were out of direct supervision they ran far and fast and never looked back; they think the Diner might be close to where they lived with their mom, but their pre-reducation memories are spotty.

-Jet's the one who stole the 'Am, bc he was wandering around a scrap yard in Zone One while having a Bad Day and was like "that looks stealable, what's the worst that could happen" and he almost died bc he doesn't know how to drive stick and also was getting shot at. but he lived it's fine.

-Kobra is slightly famous because of his Crash Track races but he's only like, distantly aware of this. Has no real concept of fame or money. Will do any chore people ask of him for food.

-The Fab Four started hanging out because of Jet, because he just wandered around between wherever his friends were, and eventually he grabbed the weird artist in Five who he's maybe got a crush on to come with him and then it turns out they know the demolitions guy who lives in a shack bc he's helped them make paint bombs and then they're all a fan of the Crash Track and Ghoul and Kobra bond on a spiritual level so everyone's like "I guess we're sticking together" and they claim the Diner after a minor gang war and that's that, none of them are older than eighteen at that point.

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[lunarbuck]

Hi! I hope your doing okay and well, please ignore this if this makes you uncomfortable or you don't want to do this.

Request: Bucky Barnes oneshot with a military partner? Sounds cringe, but I would like to know what they'd do? Especially if their badass and able to take down multiple people?

I hope this makes sense, if not: send me a message for more clarification. Please make sure to stay hydrated, eat something, and take frequent breaks!!

Thank you so much for your request!! I had a lot of fun writing this :) but also..... I am so so so sorry it took me so long to get to this, I've had it written for a while but I just didn't know how to end it!! i hope you enjoy <3

Touch the Sky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Pilot reader (any race)

Summary: You and Bucky go on a mission that doesn't go as planned

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: military, fighting, violence, mentions of weapons

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When you’d first been assigned an Avenger as your partner, you’d laughed a little bit. You couldn’t really imagine sticking Thor in the rear seat of your jet. 

But when you’d found out you’d be working with Sergeant Bucky Barnes, well, you couldn’t really be too mad. Not only does he have real military experience, but he’s easy on the eyes. That’s always a plus.

When you enlisted at 18, you’d never thought you’d make it this far. After basic training, you were selected for a unique government program that put you on the fast track to becoming one of the most highly decorated pilots the country has ever seen.

To then be assigned to work with an Avenger was an honor, especially Sergeant Barnes. 

You work better with him than any other partner. Your skills complement each other, and he has your back at every turn. He’s a fierce protector, he never lets you get hurt, and if you do end up injured, you know he’ll take care of you.

So today, you know that he’s got you when everything has gone wrong on your mission. It’d started going wrong when you’d had to land your jet in the water just off the coast of the island you were supposed to be scouting. A base for an organization known for smuggling weapons to gangs and other crime families is at the center of the island.

They’d somehow hijacked your comms and messed with your jet’s system. You lost control, and your only option was to land in the water. But Bucky was there, the voice of reason in your head the whole time.

You’re a strong and capable person, it’s how you rose so quickly through the ranks, but it’s always nice to have someone there as support. Bucky never steps on your toes; he respects the fact that not only do you outrank him, but you’re more experienced in the air. You’re in charge. 

Now, he has your back just like he always does. The two of you, despite your disadvantage, make your way through the base and take down everyone in your way. The two of you are unstoppable, even as a group of men comes barreling toward you.

Bucky only gives you a glance before making his moves, protecting your blind spots as you fire at the oncoming attackers. You work seamlessly together, wordlessly communicating as if speaking telepathically. 

Your gun clicks, but you don’t let running out of ammo scare you. Bucky hears it, too and changes his tactic, covering you with his own shower of gunfire while you pull a knife out of your belt. 

Bucky taught you everything you know about fighting with knives, and you have to give it to him; it’s very effective. 

You swipe at the man in front of you, cutting him deep before punching him hard. He goes down, unconscious for the time being. 

Before long, all the men are down, and you and Bucky are moving on. 

It was practically inevitable that the two of you would develop feelings for each other. It happened quicker than you’d care to admit, but come on, one look at him, and you were sold. He’d even gotten approval from the higher-ups before asking you out. He made sure to do everything right.

Six months later, he still does it right. On missions, at home, everywhere, he’s your right-hand man. Your number one fan.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asks, not even slightly out of breath despite running through the base and fighting off dozens of agents.

“Of course,” you reply, smiling as you pump your arms. You’re no super soldier, there’s no serum flowing through your veins, but you keep up as best you can.

“It’s really hot when you do that.” Bucky comes to a stop in front of a closed door and starts working on the keypad to unlock it.

“Do what?” you ask, turning around to watch for anyone who might be coming your way. 

You hear the door slide open, and you grin. He’s good. Bucky’s metal fingers circle your wrist and guide you back into the new room. You relish the feeling of cool vibranium against your skin.

He turns you around, and you catch his eyes. The bright blue pulls you in, and heat floods your body. 

“When you take down those guys like it’s nothing. You’re so fuckin’ strong,” he whispers hoarsely. You smirk and shake your head; as much as you want to pounce on him and show him just how easy it is to take someone down, you know you can't afford to get distracted.

“Thanks, Sarge.” You give him a wink and take in the new room. It’s some sort of control room, full of screens and different security equipment. Bucky grumbles something to himself but joins you to watch the footage playing out in front of you.

You flip through different cameras and eventually find one that shows a warehouse. People packing different weapons shipments fill the screen, and you hum in satisfaction. 

Bucky reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his comm equipment. Even though while you were in the air, it had all gone dead, they were equipped with flash drives. He plugs the drive into the system and downloads whatever footage he can.

The two of you stay, soaking up whatever intel you can get before someone inevitably realizes you’re in the security room. 

“How’re we getting out of here?” Bucky asks, tucking his communicator back into his jacket. You’d been trying to figure that out as well. Your jet is out of the picture, probably already full of water and unsalvageable. Your heart tugs at the thought; you’d been through a lot with her. You aren’t ready to say goodbye.

You flip through the cameras, searching for their jet hangar. The island is impossible to reach unless you fly in or have a small enough boat to navigate the waters. There has to be somewhere to store their aircrafts. 

It takes a little while, but eventually, you catch sight of a few jets, and luckily, you know how to fly them. Bucky figures out how to get there, and then you’re off. 

You don’t run into anyone as you weave through the hallways, much to Bucky’s disappointment. However, you have to take down a few guys guarding the jets. 

Bucky makes easy work of them, and you stand back, enjoying the view. His muscles strain, bunching beautifully beneath his uniform. You could watch him do this all day.

Bucky pretends to wipe the sweat off his brow as he flashes his perfect smile at you, and you roll your eyes. You circle one of the jets and go through your preflight ritual and checklist. You move with precision, and Bucky takes a step back to let you work. It’s been a while since you’ve flown this particular jet model, but you’re confident in your ability to make it work.

As you check off the next item on your mental list, Bucky moves to stand behind you, letting his hands linger on your waist. He lets his breath fan across your neck in a way that makes you shiver. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you jokingly scold, tilting your head back on his shoulder for just a moment. “This is no way to treat your superiors.” Bucky chuckles, squeezes your waist, then steps away.

You get through your checklist and finally board your jet despite the distractions. Bucky squeezes himself into the rear seat, and you can’t help but smile. You can’t use the headsets in the jet in case they’re broadcasted throughout the base, so you have to do any verbal communication before you get in the air.

“How ya feelin’ back there, Sarge?” you shout back to him, grinning as you begin your take-off sequence.

“Tight as always, you know I have long legs. There should be more leg room in these things,” he groans obnoxiously. A moment later, you’re in the air. You laugh to yourself as your jet starts to climb in altitude.

There’s something about flying: how your stomach sinks and your heart races when you take off that you’re addicted to. It never gets old, no matter how many times you fly. It’s always new, always so incredible. There’s nothing like it; nothing comes even close.

Usually, you’d be joking around with Bucky, but without the headsets, you sit with your own thoughts, focused entirely on getting the two of you home safely. You’re so in tune with the equipment that it’s practically an extension of yourself. Bucky has always been impressed by that.

After what only feels like a few moments, you���re approaching your military base. No one came after you; no one even tried to stop you. 

You land easily and take a deep breath as you taxi. 

“Attention passengers, this is your Captain speaking. It is currently 11:56 pm here in New York and a crisp 45 degrees Fahrenheit. Thank you so much for flying with us,” you say in your best professional voice.  

“You’d be an awful commercial pilot,” Bucky chuckles. You hum a laugh as you bring the jet to a halt. 

The debrief for the mission is long and tedious, but the second it’s over, you and Bucky make your way to your favorite 24-hour Chinese restaurant near the base. He pays for your food like the gentleman he is, and the two of you sit together in the nearly empty restaurant.

Moments like this make you feel practically normal, even though the two of you never will be. But honestly, you don’t want to be normal. You love being the badass couple. You love knowing that you make such a good team, that no matter what, you’ve got each other’s backs. 

After dinner, the two of you head to Bucky’s apartment and get ready to do it all again in a few hours.

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[aquagirl1978]

It was really hard to pick between all these lovely prompts 🥺🥺❤️❤️ Can't wait to read all of the requests you get! Here's mine: Napoleon + Hugs #11

What a surprise, a Napoleon request from Mo! Actually, the surprise this time is that smut was not requested. I have never written fluff for Napoleon, so here's a first. Hope you enjoy!

Peekaboo - Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Part of my New Year New Celebration event. Also part of the Spring Showers Spring Flowers event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess.

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader

Prompt: resting head on other's head while hugging / cottagecore

Tags: fluff

Napoleon closed the door to the cottage, the smell of freshly baked apple pie lingering in the air. With long strides, he walked the perimeter of the cottage quietly. He had a plan and did not want to ruin the surprise.

He stopped once he turned the corner of the garden; there he stood, watching you hanging the linens. You were so happy earlier that morning when you woke and saw the sun shining and heard the birds chirping. “Today is going to be a good day,” you told him while kissing his brow, before stumbling out of bed, leaving him there to rest longer.

In the time you had let him finish sleeping, you had not only washed the bed linens, but had also baked an apple pie, one of his favorite desserts. He was standing behind a tree, making sure you would not see him. 

Yet.

As he peeked out from his hiding spot, he couldn’t help but feel filled with warmth - not from the sun above, but from you. Watching you perform such simple, mundane tasks filled him with a joy that was just indescribable. To see the soft smile carved on your face and how it lit up your face made his heart begin to race.

When he saw you had started to take down the dry linens, he made his move. He crept through the grass on tip-toe, careful not to step on any branches, lest he make a sound and make his presence known to you. He slipped behind trees and crouched behind bushes like he was navigating a minefield. All so you would not detect him.

He snuck behind one of the sheets in your line of view; hidden behind the billowing fabric, Napoleon stood smiling, waiting.

Your fingers worked nimbly as you removed the clothespins, the sheets falling into your open arms. Once folded and placed in the basket by your feet, you reached the clothesline, ready for the next item.

Like it was second nature, your hands naturally reached for the next sheet, your fingers plucking the clothespins from the line, your eyes not even noticing the dark figure hiding behind the sheet. But this time, when the sheet fell from the line, you shrieked loudly, your face turning the same shade as the sheet that landed in your hands. 

“Peekaboo!” 

“Napoleon!” you mock-scolded, your heart still beating fast from the shock of finding your lover hiding behind the sheet.

Napoleon wrapped you in his arms, pulling you in for a embrace. He rested his head atop yours, soaking in your warmth. Unable to protest, you embraced your love, dropping the sheet to the ground as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. 

With a devilish smile, he tilted your chin, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. Napoleon let out a soft laugh when he felt your lips lift into a smile; he knew then that his surprise was a success.

“Time for a break, mon amour,” Napoleon whispered after nipping your lower lip. “Let’s go inside. I’m ready to go back to bed.”

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[oscarpiastriwdc]

the little landoscar in standing at your door gave me life and the fact that in your mind its canon that lando is a misdiagnosed carrier as well and oscar is too blind with fondness to notice he got him pregnant is just way too funny to me—it’s so them. also oscar’s mum taking one like at lando and going “buy a pregnancy test” takes me out. would love if you actually wrote a little story about it but in the end it’s totally up to you hihi.

also love the single dad charles idea, it’s so hilarious

A tiny snippet of unknowingly pregnant Lando spending the holidays with Oscar's family:

Lando has met Oscar's family before, at races and random McLaren events, but spending the holidays with Oscar's family in Australia is different. Bigger.

It's been an exhausting season. The last two months are a painful blur of jet lag and physical exhaustion and muscle aches and getting unprecedentedly weepy every time he or Oscar are on the podium. Oscar's dad picks them up from the airport, claps Lando on the shoulder and wraps his son in a bear hug that makes Lando coo and Oscar blush. He falls asleep in the backseat of the pickup truck, lulled into a drowsy state by the motion of the vehicle and Oscar's gentle voice telling his dad about the final race.

When they arrive at the house it's just past noon in Melbourne but it's the middle of the night in Monaco; Lando doesn't even manage to greet the rest of Oscar's family before he's out cold.

Lando wakes up a few hours later to an empty bed, disoriented by his surroundings. It's still light outside, and the sun streaming through the window highlights Piastri family photos on the wall. He grins at one of Oscar and his sisters at the zoo, posing like flamingos.

He follows the sound of voices downstairs where he's met with Oscar sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter talking to his mom who's posted at the stovetop.

"Oh hi Lando, dear! How did you sleep?"

"Hi Nicole." Lando steps around the counter into Oscar's mom's open arms pulling him into a hug. "That mattress is amazing."

"How was the flight? I bet you're feeling hungry."

Oscar snorts, makes room at the counter for Lando to join him. "Mum, you don't need to baby us."

"Yes I do, I don't care how fast you drive those cars, while you're under my roof you're still my baby. Oscar told me you don't like fish but you do like chicken tenders, so I made sure to pick some up at the grocery store. I'll pop some in the oven, how's that?"

"That sounds good, thank you."

"Of course, dear." Oscar's mom sets to preheating the oven, removing the frozen chicken tenders from the freezer, and arranging them on a tray while she asks Lando about Quadrant and his parents and plans for the rest of the holidays. The chicken tenders go in the oven and, soon, the kitchen is filled with the scent.

Lando's stomach turns. He must make a face because Oscar turns to look at him.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just jet lag."

Oscar's mom glances at them before removing the tray from the oven. Lando catches another whiff of the chicken and gags the way he only ever does when faced with fish. Oscar rubs a hand up and down Lando's back, soothing him.

The tenders get plated and slid across the counter. Lando picks one up, aware of the way Oscar's mom scrutinizes him, and nibbles a bite out. He has to force himself not to spit the food out.

"Have you been having unprotected sex?"

At that question, Lando does spit out his food while Oscar turns bright red.

"Mum!"

Oscar's mom tuts. "Calm down, Oscar. I'm going to run to the pharmacy, I'll be back in half an hour. Your sisters should be around if you need anything." With that, she promptly exits the kitchen, fetches her purse, and heads out the front door.

"What was that all about, Osc?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Well she's your mum, isn't she?"

Oscar and Lando bicker for a minute before they're distracted again, resulting in an impromptu make-out session on Oscar's parent's couch. They break apart and shuffle to opposite sides of the couch when Oscar hears the front door opening and pushes himself off Lando.

Oscar's mom marches in and sets a box down on the coffee table. Lando leans in to inspect. It's a pregnancy test.

"There's no way Oscar's pregnant, he never tops–"

Oscar throws his hand over Lando's mouth. "Please don't talk about this in front of my mum. And I don't think it's for me."

"Is it for one of your sisters?"

The room is silent while Oscar and his mom stare at Lando with mirrored, unblinking expressions. A minute later, Lando connects the dots.

"Oh. Oh shit."

#HI ANON this came to me in one burst i don't know if it's any good but i hope you like #standing at your door

[superherotiger]

It was late at night (you held on tight) - Dadneto fic

Heyooooooo! It's almost 2am and yet here I am, posting more soft dadneto because the brainrot is too deep and I NEED more dadneto content in my life asap! This is basically all fluff and cuddles, so I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it haha. Love you all, and good night! -Superherotiger

For @sunsetuniverse

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The mansion was rarely a quiet place.

Children were constantly milling about from one classroom to the next, teachers could be heard lecturing from every hallway, and at least once a day, there was something being broken or going up in flames. Whether it was intentional or not was a concern for Charles, however. Because though he hadn’t rejected the idea completely, Erik had declined a teaching position for the time being, much to the disappointment of his old friend.

No, Erik had something far more important on his mind at the moment, and that was making up for lost time with his dear son, Peter.

When the boy had finally worked up the courage to tell him all those months ago, it almost felt too good to be true. A son. Erik’s son. Alive and well and all grown up- and God, what a gift that was. A privilege his other children had never been fortunate enough to know. But amidst all the agony and destruction that had encompassed Erik’s world, Peter was a spark of hope. A single ray of sunshine that kept him from drowning beneath the sorrow.

Energetic, quick witted, brave hearted Peter Maximoff.

His son.

The boy that -despite having almost every reason not to- chose to stay. Chose to be his.

Erik loved him with every fibre of his being, and he was determined to never lose a moment of their time together again. They had already lost too much…

Which was why -as students slumbered and the moon shone high above- Erik remained seated comfortably in the living room, accompanied only by the crackle of the fireplace and the newspaper resting in his lap. Waiting. Waiting patiently like he had every other time the X-Men had been called away on a mission for the return of his son. No matter the hour or the circumstances, Erik would always find himself back in the living room, staring out through the arching windows and listening for the tell-tale hum of the X-Jet. A sign that his son was safe within reach once more…

Peter never questioned why Erik was always there to welcome him home- or if he did, he certainly never voiced it. The speedster would simply brighten with a smile, return his father’s tight embrace, and then go rummaging for food to satisfy his endless appetite.

If Erik were daring enough, he’d even say Peter enjoyed the unspoken ritual as much as he did.

But unsurprisingly, with a speedster as a son, Erik didn’t always make it down to the hangar bay before Peter could race up to him instead. Evidently tonight was one of those times, as with a sudden rush of wind from behind, Erik went from sitting alone to having strong, armoured arms hanging over his shoulders and a nest full of silver hair brushing against his cheek. Once, such an unexpected appearance would have caused Erik to lash out by instinct, but he had now grown familiar with his son’s swift nature, as well as his casual displays of affection.

“How did the mission go?” Erik asked lightly as he pencilled in another answer to the crossword on his newspaper.

“Long. Busy. Lots of explosions,” Peter muttered into his father’s shirt, tilting his head up ever so slightly to peer at the puzzle over Erik’s shoulder. “Five down is Burger King.”

“Of course you would know the fast-food question,” Erik scoffed, writing down the answer regardless.

A weak chuckle rumbled in Peter’s chest, making Erik’s warm in return. “Speaking of food…?”

“Don’t fret, there are two dozen waffles waiting for you in the kitchen,” his father was quick to assure, knowing just how hungry the speedster got after a long mission.

“Aw thanks dad,” Peter spoke through a yawn, never ceasing to make Erik’s heart skip a beat with that title alone. “See, this is why you’re my favourite.”

“You said the exact same thing to Charles this morning when he let you off for catching the grass on fire again,” Erik mused, earning a small huff in reply before Peter tilted his head to lean more heavily against Erik’s own.

“It’s a position that’s well sought after, as you can see,” the boy teased. “You should be honoured, really.”

“Oh should I now?”

Humming in amusement, Peter lowered his head again as if on the verge of slumber, only for his tightened embrace to betray the façade. They sat there in the silence and the soothing crackle of the fireplace for a few moments longer, comfortable in each other’s presence. Savouring those precious, quiet moments they got to share.

Then, reaching up to run his fingers through those waves of shimmering silver, Erik leant his head against Peter’s and said, “I’m glad you’re back safe, son.”

There was no reply; at least not at first. For a heartbeat, Erik wondered if the boy had even heard him or if he truly had fallen asleep amongst the serenity of it all.

Then, with a shaking exhale, Peter somehow managed to melt into the embrace even further, weighing over his father’s shoulders like a blanket warmed by summer sunlight. Erik could feel the boy’s heartbeat thumping steadily against his back now, a constant reminder of his presence. Alive and well. All grown up, and with so much life left to live.

A life that Erik was lucky enough to be a part of.

~~~

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#dadneto #erik lehnsherr #peter maximoff #quickson #speedyson #quicksilver #magneto #my writing #so much soft content it's insane

[cmdr-h-of-the-woods]

CMDR H of the Woods’ logbook, June 3309

3rd June 3309 CPD-60 604

Do you know what’s even more exhilarating than canyon running?

Canyon running in my exploration ship full of exobiological data worth dozens of millions. I obviously didn’t go as fast as I would with the Eagle, but I found some nice canyons to play in for a bit.

4th June 3309 SUMMANUS A3

Watched a total eclipse that happened to be occurring just as I approached body A3.

Overheated and passed out, but must have managed to get myself back to the safety of my ship before getting toasted to a crisp.

Landed on A2, climbed a mountain to go look at A3, then raced 1.30km back to the ship before the star rose, because I didn’t feel like trying my luck again and didn’t want to risk overheating again so soon. Will have to take it easy for the next couple of days, getting almost cooked in my suit was rather unpleasant.

[There is also a timelapse video of the eclipse on my YT channel here]

7th June 3309 HECATE

Ran some quick delivery missions and visited the Daunting Hammer, a megaship located in a system also featuring a ringed ammonia world. This might be the first time one of these.

9th June 3309 GAT 1373 A1A

This system has a white dwarf that is visible from the moon I landed on to pick up some plant samples. I can’t quite see the jet cones from here, which is probably a good thing. I am not sure just how much radiation my suit can handle but I doubt it was designed to withstand that kind of thing.

10th June 3309 NGOBE

Found a ship crash site. Seemed recent, there was still smoke coming from what seems to have once been a Viper. The worst part in this was finding the pilot’s body, someone called Conrad Lynn. No idea where to even start looking to identify and notify his next of kin.

21st June 3309 PLEIADES SECTOR OI-T C3-7

The Pleiades nebula has been calling my name for a while and it’s now getting bigger and bigger in the sky. I made a halt in 48 Epsilon Arietis, where I landed on a moon (4B) with a lovely view of a gas giant and the blue supergiant. The past 10 days or so have been mostly uneventful and I found myself more tired than usual, so I’ve spent a good part of my time just resting in my ship and preparing for the next jump.

This system I am in has Thargoid-related signals. I hesitated for a while before getting any closer, but curiosity got the upper hand. I found something like... big barnacles, surrounded by a green cloud. And it made... sounds. I am unsure what it is, but it is unlike any other organic life form I’ve seen before.

Also. There’s a listening post in this system. So my short-term objective is to visit the other two systems it references, triangulate them, and get to the bottom of this.

23rd June 3309 DELPHI

Been exploring around this system, where I found one other listening post related to the one I visited the other day. And a port called The Oracle, as a reference to some ancient Earth myth. Found a lot of crashed Thargoid ships here with apparently active (and toxic) sensors. I’ve seen these before, but it was only just one. These wrecks had so many! It’s also interesting seeing a Thargoid ship like this from up close. Those things are large.

Speaking of seeing them up close... I met a Basilisk. A living one. It didn’t even attack me, but scanned me and I managed to get close enough to scan it too. Then it seemed to shift its attention to the debris field around us. I can’t quite tell if it was analysing it or picking up parts. And then, just like that, it left. I wonder if that human ship got blown up by Thargoids? Maybe this one was just a scavenger? Who knows.

25th June 3309 One of the many Pleiades Sector systems I’ve been visiting

Still hunting for whatever location those listening posts were referring to. Triangulating the data is difficult and time-consuming, I’m finding myself jumping and hoping for the best, knowing that I must be roughly in the right area. But I will get there.

HIP 17000 This system didn’t have the signal I was looking for, but do you know what I found? A black hole. Lined up with the nebula, it made for a pretty unique spectacle.

26th June 3309 HIP 16613

Finally found it. Approached the coordinates I had gathered from the listening posts. I almost turned around and left when I saw a shipwreck shrouded in a green cloud, but I didn’t go through all of this jumping around for nothing. Found out from the log uplink what happened to this young, overly confident pilot who thought it would be a good idea to try and shoot down a Thargoid vessel. It didn’t end well for him.

It didn’t end well for me, either.

First, I almost boosted into the planet upon approach, because my hand twitched when I wanted to switch fire groups and scan the wreck.

And then... a Thargoid showed up. I wanted to get closer and scan it, but I must have got too close. Suddenly, my shields were down. Less than 5 seconds later, before I even had time to try to boost away, my poor Elmwing’s hull cracked and the automated safety protocols were triggered. I woke up aboard a fleet carrier I had docked at earlier today. Good thing I had at least sold my biological samples!

[Once I had respawned, I flew back to the site and waited for the Thargoid to come back and just waved at it. We had a much friendlier, or at least, less hostile, interaction.]

There wasn’t much left for me to do there, and the escape pod I had picked up was lost with my ship... I can only hope it survived the explosion. Made my way to Taygeta. Picked up the signal of another black box. Dropped in and found myself face to face (sort of) with another Thargoid. A Cyclops, this time. Everything was going well, and then it felt like it was looking at me wrong, and those little drones around it started to gnaw on my hull. I hadn’t even turned my shields on! Thankfully, I was able to turn around, boost, pop a heat sink, boost away again, engage my FSD and escape with 62% hull. Phew!

There is another listening post here, with new coordinates.  Along with some high gravity bodies that I want to try to land on, just for the experience...

29th June 3309 HIP 17892

Travelled 20LY so I could be sure to sell my exploration data before attempting a high-G landing. Not that I had much to sell, after the incident with the Thargoid, but just to be safe. That's all I wanted to do here for now. Turns out, this system has two listening posts, unrelated to the one in Taygeta. So that's now 3 stories for me to follow, 3 mysteries to investigate... And who knows what else I'm going to find!

#elite dangerous #logbook entry